Yes, it's been awhile. I would apologize, but I know you wouldn't accept it so...let's just say I've been away. So hello to everyone, with a special shout-out to the "6 or betters". If it makes you feel any better, I've missed you too.
I should also tell you the blog is in for a change, or maybe we'll just call it a takeover. For the foreseeable future all posts will entail things I don't understand in no particular order. The list is obviously quite long, so I suspect this could last...well forever. Good times. With all that preamble out of the way, let's just get to it. Things I don't understand #1:
People on airplanes sitting by the window but acting like they don't want to look out.
Let me speak directly to that person.
"Come on, are you serious. We're 35,000 feet up, hurtling through the air at 500 miles per hour and you're not interested at all? Surely you jest. In case you haven't noticed the view up here is kinda cool. I mean, we were just IN a cloud! That car down there on the country road looks so tiny it's has to be fake. But it's not! It's all real! Despite what Leonardo and professors and physics might suggest, 200 people in a metal tube should not be flying. But were doing it! Also, lightning up here is really a whole different experience. And if you don't think getting a look at a city at night from the sky is worthwhile I don't really know what can done for you. You might already be dead. Yes, I see that you are a professional traveler and you're really busy and you're already counting the minutes until these insufferable fools realize how important you are and let you turn your blackberry back on, but does that mean you have to deny all those seated down the aisle the knowledge of whether that noise was actually the wing falling off or not?" Ok, back to me.
I guess it could just be me. I just can't believe that anyone wouldn't want to see what was going on out there at all times. I guess I just can't grasp how anyone, young or old, doesn't find the birds-eye view completely fascinating. I guess it's possible that I'm the only one who fights the urge to resort back to being a two-year old every time on anything that actually goes up in the air. Even so, I still don't understand those people.
